Post by Half-Crazed Ionian Man on Apr 20, 2013 23:24:56 GMT -5
In the far distance, one could swear they saw some...object? Wood thing? It was hard to tell. Seagulls squawked over this figure in the distance, and as it floated closer to shore, a loud voice could be heard.
A raft could finally be seen, with a man was wildly swinging an oar at them. He was dressed in discolored rags, ranging from a mellow yellow to a dirtied white and Ionian red tarnished with dirt and seaweed. The moment the raft stopped on the banks of the beach, the man looked around in complete shock.
"B...birds? No more birds?" He let out a happy yell, jumping into the air. "No more birds! No more birds!" The man dropped his oar and whipped his hands upwards, flipping a universal hand gesture to the sky. "Fuck you biiiiiirds! Ah ha ha ha! Fuck all of you!"
He jumped onto the beach, took a few steps and fell face first. With a groan, the man rolled over. His long black hair nearly touched his waist, as though he had not cut it in a decade. His face was covered in light stubble. The rags he wore drew back slightly, showing on his chest healed frostbite scars, along with odd, long claw wounds which had healed quite some time ago. "So...so tired...Need to...eat..."
The raggedy man stared at the sand, and quickly shoveled a handful of it into his mouth. He got back to his feet, crunching into the grains. "Even...even if I have to eat gods damned dirt...I'll live. Gotta...gotta get to Ionia..."
One step after another, he wobbled up the beach, not really caring who was looking, if anyone, and would make his way towards the main road as quickly as he could.
((This is an open RP. Any Demacians want to come by and help? Be my guest. Or just friendly faces in general.))
In order to touch a god, one must transcend their flesh for flesh is weak. To transcend flesh, one must have the willpower and belief to do so. When one has done that, one can fly. When one flies, they can touch the heavens themselves. This is the art of the Flying Heaven technique.
Post by Mortimer A. Locard on Apr 21, 2013 14:12:12 GMT -5
Mortimer was on the path towards Demacia after weeks of performing quests for the Institute of War. Riding on horseback, he galloped on the road and spotted what seems to be a man walking on two feet. Hm, pretty normal at this time of the day, he thought to himself.
Wait.
He double-tapped and glanced back at the stranger who was struggling to hold his footing. He hasn't even reached the city grounds and is already seeing an odd sight. A decision formed within his mind and he rode off the path to intercept the man.
"Hello? Sir, are you well?" he spoke as he dismounted his horse and approached the man, albeit with some distance just for precaution.
Post by Half-Crazed Ionian Man on Apr 21, 2013 16:38:19 GMT -5
The Ionian man stopped his slow walk, and looked over at the source of the voice. He tilted his head and let out a loud groan. "Oh come on! Really? I screwed up again?!"
A sorrowful laugh left his lips, he fell to the ground and started rolling about. "Ha ha, I fucked up yet again! Ha ha! HA ha ha! HA! HAAA! HAAAAAA!" He rolled to his knees and started to beat his head onto the sandy ground. "Not Ionia! Nowhere near Ionia again! Again and again! Ha ha! Where am I? Where am I now?! WHERE. AM. I?! HAAA HAAA HAAA, AH HAAA! HAAAAA!"
In order to touch a god, one must transcend their flesh for flesh is weak. To transcend flesh, one must have the willpower and belief to do so. When one has done that, one can fly. When one flies, they can touch the heavens themselves. This is the art of the Flying Heaven technique.
Post by Mortimer A. Locard on Apr 21, 2013 19:25:05 GMT -5
Mortimer walked closer and placed a hand on the man's shoulder as he rambled on. "Slow down, what do you mean? Where are you from?" He did his best to catch the man's attention: hand gestures, a few shakes, anything to bring his senses back to reality.
Post by Half-Crazed Ionian Man on Apr 21, 2013 23:46:36 GMT -5
"Me? Where do I come?" The man stopped striking his head. He looked over at Mortimer and sang in a half manic voice, "I come from the land of ice and snow, from the midnight sun where the hot springs flow."
The man launched himself at Mortimer, pushing him to the ground and mounting him while spitting and yelling. "DOES IT MATTER WHERE I COME FROM?! I NEED TO GET TO IONIA AND INSTEAD I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF GODS KNOW WHERE! WHERE. AM. I?!?!"
In order to touch a god, one must transcend their flesh for flesh is weak. To transcend flesh, one must have the willpower and belief to do so. When one has done that, one can fly. When one flies, they can touch the heavens themselves. This is the art of the Flying Heaven technique.
Post by Mortimer A. Locard on Apr 22, 2013 3:19:40 GMT -5
Mortimer was expecting something to happen, but not so soon. He rose his arms out in front of him to brace against the man's leap and attempted to grab at his belt for something to smack the stranger at the left side of his head. His old spellbook. He had to do anything to get the crazed individual off of him. "STOP! Do you even know where you are? We are at the outskirts of Demacia City! If you just listen to me I can try to help you get to Ionia."
He tried to get up and gain some distance away from the man once more, grasping hold of his dagger if he is forced to use lethal action.
Post by Half-Crazed Ionian Man on Apr 22, 2013 3:34:42 GMT -5
The man fell over, blood pouring out from the gash on his head. He let out a low, manic laugh. His half crazed eyes stared at Mortimer as he got to his feet, his limbs shaking from fatigue. A step forward revealed a frail, nearly bone thin leg from underneath his rags. The man was severely malnourished, and most likely dehydrated. "Dem...Demacia? Really?" He looked around, his laughter increasing in volume. "I'm here? I'm finally here?! I'm in Demacia?! YES!"
The man started to run around in circles, screaming in absolute joy. "Yes! Yes yes yes yes yes yes! I'm here! I'm finally in Demacia! I did it! I got here! Ha ha! I'm in Demacia! I'm here! I'm here! Next stop, Ionia!"
He whipped a finger out at Mortimer, his body shaking. "And y-you...You can get me to Ionia, right? You can get me there? You can take me to Ionia? Ha ha...Then...then can you tell me?" The man took a step forward towards Mortimer, tears streaming from his eyes, his hands turned upwards as though he were begging for sustenance. "Can...can you tell me if she lives?"
In order to touch a god, one must transcend their flesh for flesh is weak. To transcend flesh, one must have the willpower and belief to do so. When one has done that, one can fly. When one flies, they can touch the heavens themselves. This is the art of the Flying Heaven technique.
Post by Mortimer A. Locard on Apr 22, 2013 21:12:04 GMT -5
"Yes, Demacia..." Mortimer nodded as he looked towards the road. "It's difficult to say, but I can try to find you passage on a boat to Ionia. It won't be easy, though. How did you even reach this far? And who you mean 'she'?" He said as he mounted his horse once more.
Post by Half-Crazed Ionian Man on Apr 22, 2013 23:27:51 GMT -5
The man pointed at the raft he had come on. "That! And how? Not sure! Really, not sure anymore. Days...blur. Months blur. I can't...things." He scratched the side of his head, opening the wound further. "Huh. I think I'm bleeding."
He moved his hand in front of his face and nodded. "Yeap. Bleeding. Blood."
The man swayed then fell over, passing out before he hit the ground.
In order to touch a god, one must transcend their flesh for flesh is weak. To transcend flesh, one must have the willpower and belief to do so. When one has done that, one can fly. When one flies, they can touch the heavens themselves. This is the art of the Flying Heaven technique.
Post by Mortimer A. Locard on Apr 23, 2013 11:55:27 GMT -5
"Damn it all..." He cursed to himself as he hopped off his horse and rushed over to attend to the strange man. Noticing the wound on his head, he did his best to apply what basic first aid knowledge he had. He whistled for his horse to come over so he wouldn't have to run back to retrieve a small wooden box from its backside. He took a bottle of clean water and a piece of cloth to wash away the wound and wipe it before applying a sterile bandage.
Time was of the utmost essence; he didn't want a dying man on his conscious and he did want to heed his wishes. Ionia was a beautiful place after all, and this was an opportunity to explore another part of the world that's unknown to him.
Post by Half-Crazed Ionian Man on Apr 25, 2013 16:30:56 GMT -5
The man let out a groan in response, and promptly started mumbling aloud. He was quite fatigued from his apparent journey on a dinky raft, coupled with a head injury and sudden blood loss. Crazy or not, he would not be moving for quite some time nor cause any trouble. When picked up, he would feel like the weight of a bundle of twigs rather than a normal person.
In order to touch a god, one must transcend their flesh for flesh is weak. To transcend flesh, one must have the willpower and belief to do so. When one has done that, one can fly. When one flies, they can touch the heavens themselves. This is the art of the Flying Heaven technique.
Post by Mortimer A. Locard on May 1, 2013 10:54:47 GMT -5
Mortimer was curious about the man's odd weight. He looked to see if he was malnourished enough to allow his body to degenerate into such a frail state. Brushing off such thoughts, his main concern was getting him to a hospital or a doctor's building. Once he secured the unconscious man onto the saddle, he rode off towards the gate to enter the commons of Demacia. On occasion he would ask around for the directions to a doctor, or anyone for that matter, who is able to assist his wounded "friend".
Once he was headed the right way, he glanced back at the stranger hoping he was still well for the time being.
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